The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 429: Night and Color

"Accomplices? What accomplices?"

During this period of ti, hadn’t she either been in the ruins or on the road to the Holy City? There hadn’t even been a humanoid by her side—where would accomplices co from?

Ariel was taken aback for a mont, then quickly reacted.

There was indeed so misunderstanding in this!

"You’ve got it wrong. I only wanted to enter the city to see Liya, that’s all. As for other things, I haven’t done anything, nor am I interested in doing anything!"

"Just... see Liya..."

Sheer halted his movent, turning that sentence over.

Ariel showed delight, thinking he had finally realized he had wrongly accused a thoroughly good citizen.

But before she could breathe out in relief, she saw the knight’s expression grow even colder; the gaze he turned on her was fully dyed with an icy chill.

Changing one’s appearance and entering the city together with those people hiding contraband.

After entering the city, acting alone, changing outfits again, and while scouting key streets that Her Highness the Saintess would inspect tomorrow, "unintentionally" drifting toward the Aimier Grand Cathedral.

All of these actions, exceedingly obvious and beyond question... amounted to intent to assassinate!

And now, this evildoer not only addressed Her Highness the Saintess by her honored na—clearly displaying actions with intent to assassinate—she even dared to say bluntly, "just to see her."

Heh-heh, just... spoken so casually, as though in her eyes this behavior truly was only going to et an old friend.

How... arrogant and bold!

Letting a vicious criminal like you truly reach Her Highness the Saintess would be a dereliction for us Temple Knights.

For the sake of a knight’s honor, such a thing is absolutely not permitted!

"Die!"

Sheer swung the longsword in his hand; with no more scruples, as surging battle-qi burst out with the force of a mountain’s collapse, it crashed down!

Forced into a wretched retreat, Ariel fell back one step, two steps, three steps...

Her newly bought deerskin boots stamped clear footprints and cracks into the bluestone ground, and being stifled again and again also roused Ariel’s temper.

"Motherfucker... why! Do you not understand human speech? I just want to see Liya!"

"I will absolutely not let you have your way!"

"You’re sick!"

Ariel nearly ground her teeth to pieces. Were these knights of the Holy City brain-bored clean by Holy Light so they couldn’t even understand human words?

But with danger imminent, Ariel couldn’t worry about so much. She struck back with a fist onto Sheer’s sword-blade, forcing him to retreat.

Sheer’s body shook violently; his face changed slightly, and the look he gave Ariel grew more grave.

Was this truly the power a re early Fourth-Stage warrior should have?

Both Fourth-Stage—and he was late Fourth-Stage—and a product of the Temple’s careful training, ranked near the forefront among his peers; yet in this brief frontal clash he was pushed back so easily?

Item augntation?

Or was it that she had concealed her strength?

No wonder she was so arrogant!

"But this place is the Holy City!"

Sheer, ignoring that terrifying brute force, stepped forward again.

He raised high the golden-splendorous longsword in his hand; his eyes were fervent, his chant solemn and low.

As the longsword twisted, there ca a sound like machinery stirring; as if, invisibly, he had connected into so vast existence.

Sothing extrely dreadful was being invoked, like infinite dark clouds pressing down, making warning bells blare in Ariel’s heart.

"The Great Barrier!"

Her teacher’s incomparably grave voice suddenly rang at Ariel’s ear:

"He’s mobilizing the Holy City’s Great Barrier!"

"The Great Barrier? Is he really out of his damned mind? I’m a harmless little martial artist—does it warrant this?"

Ariel wanted to cry without tears. If she’d known sneaking in would be this troubleso, she should have connected to Liya’s Transmission Stone outside the city and had her co pick her up.

But she’d been too anxious then and hadn’t thought that far.

And now there was probably no chance to have Liya co out and clear the misunderstanding.

In short, things are wrong—run first!

Ariel slid a hand at her waist; a greatsword taller than she was instantly settled into her palm.

The bandages coiled around the greatsword shed of their own accord; as magic poured in, golden tracery appeared upon the pitch-black blade, an ancient and majestic aura surged forth—and with it, incomparably blazing flas!

Heavenfire Greatsword!

The greatsword fell like a teor; the condensed magical flas instantly tore open the defenses before Knight Sheer and his close-fitting silver armor.

Hesitating for a mont, Ariel twisted her wrist and slapped the flat of the blade into Sheer’s chest.

Sheer staggered backward.

And at the instant the formless Great Barrier was about to lock onto Ariel, a vast soul power suddenly surged from her and disrupted the Barrier’s confinent.

Seizing the chance, Ariel pivoted and smashed into one wall of the alley, vanishing into the billowing dust.

Very soon, more knight squads arrived and rapidly sealed off the area.

But at that mont, there was only Knight Sheer, staring dazedly at the crack in his breastplate, standing alone before the great hole in the wall.

And the culprit intending to assassinate Her Highness the Saintess had already fled without a trace.

...

"Ah, Miss Lin, hello."

Still unable to forget last night’s exquisite taste of Liya, Muen—just as he was thinking to go find Liya again to savor it, to discuss together the Great Way of Holy Light—t High Sister Lin outside Liya’s room.

Muen instantly felt like a man about to do sothing bad who’d been caught; he subconsciously touched his nose.

"What are you doing here?"

"That question should be mine to ask you, Mr. Muen."

High Sister Lin tilted her head and asked expressionlessly:

"It’s already late. You have not yet gone to rest, and you co to Her Highness the Saintess’s bedside—for what?"

"Well... there are so things I wanted to consult her about?"

Muen had wanted to find an excuse to fob it off, but before the cold gaze of the Saintess’s personal serving sister before him, he surrendered and said helplessly:

"Miss Lin... did His Holiness the Pope not tell you anything?"

If the matter between himself and Liya had not been ntioned in advance to this High Sister in the slightest, Muen felt his future private etings with Liya—oh no, exchanges—would beco troubleso.

"Mm, indeed he told so things."

Just as Muen was sighing, Lin suddenly nodded and said:

"It is precisely for that reason that I am stopping you."

"Hm? Why?"

"Because tomorrow is Her Highness the Saintess’s coronation ceremony." Lin was concise.

"That..."

Muen rubbed his hands and grinned mischievously:

"Surely not that serious? An entire night, no matter what, won’t leave anything obvious behind, right? I’ll be careful."

"..."

Lin stared at Muen for a long mont, then suddenly lifted the hem of her nun’s skirt.

Muen jumped, thinking secretly: was Lin, to keep the Saintess from being defiled by , resolved to feed herself to the tiger?

Unfortunately, nothing of the sort occurred; what Lin wanted Muen to see was the blade strapped to her thigh.

It glead with a cold light, keen to the utmost.

Mm, the black stockings were keen too.

"His Holiness also gave one other task," Lin said blankly.

"W—what task?"

"If anything that would de file Her Highness the Saintess’s reputation is perceived by the believers..."

Lin paused, then said:

"His Holiness told to castrate you and publicize it, thereby proving Her Highness’s purity."

"..."

Muen’s legs clamped together; cold sweat poured down, and he shivered:

"N—no... surely not that far."

"For Her Highness the Saintess..."

"Okay, okay, okay, I get it. I’ll restrain myself a bit."

Muen sighed, raised both hands in surrender, and signaled Lin to quickly lower her skirt. Those few blades truly made so part of him throb faintly in phantom pain.

Just then, a knight hurried over and reported to Lin:

"High Sister, word from within the city—there are Salvation Society culprits with intent to assassinate Her Highness the Saintess still at large. Please have Her Highness be especially cautious ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ tomorrow."

"Very well."

Lin nodded.

"I will take heed. You may withdraw."

"Yes."

"Salvation Society?"

As the knight hurried away again, Muen looked at High Sister Lin before him, curious:

"What sort of organization is that? Daring to assassinate the Saintess—how have I never heard of it?"

Muen thought carefully and found that in the original book it seed unntioned.

Of course, it was also possible he had forgotten.

But with the plot now so skewed, whether the original book said it or not hardly mattered.

"A terrorist organization whose goal is to overturn the Church. They often do assassinations, murders, and kidnappings in the na of saving the world—quite harmful."

Lin said.

"I see."

Muen nodded.

Anti-religious zealots are never in short supply in any world.

But to think they’d try to assassinate Liya...

"No problem, right?"

Muen narrowed his eyes, his voice a touch icy:

"Do you need my help?"

"No need..."

Lin shook her head:

"This ti the Church obtained advance information long ago and prepared targeted deploynts. Even His Grace the Archbishop personally took action. The culprits being at large just now should only be an accident; it will be resolved very soon."

"Is that so, good then. But if anything is needed, you can call on at any ti."

Muen smiled slightly.

"I, as a newly minted Honorary Temple Knight, still want to make a small contribution to my Saintess."

"Not yours."

Lin gave Muen a deep look. "The Saintess belongs to everyone."

"No—she’s mine."

The corners of Muen’s lips lifted; he answered with obstinacy.

Cute, charming, and sexy, quick to learn in bed, now already understanding very much lewdness—little Liya, of course, already belonged to him.

Even she herself admitted as much.

As for the symbol of "Saintess"... he would just be generous, and let those believers who longed for salvation take a look; it wouldn’t cost him anything anyway.

Mm, and they could only take a look.

Should anyone dare to touch...

Muen turned his head, gazing toward the gradually deepening night.

Through that one streak of reflection in the glass, deep in his azure pupils there seed to be a dense black fla, lazily swirling outward.

As if it could devour everything.

"However, it seems... that culprit isn’t simple."

Muen suddenly stroked his chin.

Through the bright streetlights, he could see squads of knights hurrying to and fro.

Clearly, the culprit’s flight had already stirred the Church’s wrath and put them into serious mode.

Under this terrible pressure, who knew how many people tonight would be unable to sleep.

"By the way."

Muen suddenly turned his head and said to Lin:

"Since exchanges are off-limits, I can go in to help, right?"

"No..."

"Just to help. After all, Liya will surely be very busy tonight. As her knight, how could I bear to let her toil?"

Muen held up four fingers toward the sky and swore solemnly:

"I swear on my respected teacher’s chasti ty, I absolutely won’t do anything overstepping!"

"..."

Looking at Muen’s dead-serious expression, and sensing, from the crack of the door behind her, that faint trace of expectation, Lin shook her head and could only sigh helplessly.

She wanted to guard the cabbage, but alas the cabbage insisted on being plowed.

"All right."

"Many thanks!"

Muen darted into the Saintess’s boudoir, and within, that peerless figure wore a shy face and awaited with coquettish reproach.

Tonight, for Muen and Her Highness the Saintess, would inevitably be another wonderful night.